Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 118 117. Now, run

"No, no no! I won't run away! I won't run away!"

He huddled up in the corner of the doorframe, holding his head.

The handsome face that was once famous throughout Temeria now revealed deep panic and confusion.

He was just one step away from a guard who was hit by a piece of broken plate armor and hit a blood vessel in his neck!

step!

Will I have this kind of luck next time? Does he dare to bet?

He had been frightened into insanity.

Lan En squatted beside him and gently brushed the sawdust off his shoulders.

"Whether you should escape or not is not up to you, Lord Earl. It is up to me."

"This is my reward for letting me see 'Hell'."

Lan En's movements were very gentle, and his words were also very gentle, but his eyes looking down at Count Stesa were so cold.

"Lord Earl, there is a fable describing hell in my hometown. The specific content is not important. To give a brief summary, 'Hell is a group of ordinary human beings who, because of their inner selfish desires and ugliness, cannot benefit from themselves. You’d rather the other person not get it, so they engage in a shithole of mutual torture’.”

"Sounds pretty commonplace, doesn't it?"

Lan En, who was half-crouching, smiled softly, but his relaxed tone made Stesa tremble inexplicably.

"It wasn't until I saw what you did in the basement of this manor that I understood what this meant, Lord Earl."

The relaxed tone gradually cooled down and calmed down.

But this calmness is by no means reassuring. On the contrary, it feels like a sharp knife has been pulled out of the waveless ice water.

Lan En used this tone to describe what he saw.

"Your basement is not very bloody and dirty, and the real method of shock is to hang a child there and bleed it. There is only one child, only a basin of blood. But what really scares me?"

"It's not your little toys used to train your bed skills. It's you who artificially distinguish the good and bad among those children."

"Children who are obedient enough and outstanding enough in slave training, you arrange better food and clothing for them, treat them with a better attitude, be kind to them, and get everything they ask for. Let them see that they are not performing well, that is, Children who are more defiant have a sense of superiority."

"What a wonderful example of management, Your Majesty!"

At this point, Lan En seemed to be unable to restrain his admiration for this method and clapped softly.

"You gave a group of slaves who were a little better off a sense of superiority over slaves who were not so good!"

"I know one of the 'outstanding students', no... I should say I've met him before."

"When that kid was at the beach camp in Willen, he was sallow and thin. I could hold his arms together with one hand. But even in that physical condition, when there was a commotion at the camp, he would still open his arms. Hold those children who are younger than him in his arms, comfort them even though he may die next moment. But now."

"My Lord Earl, do you know what he looked like when I saw him again in your basement?"

Like a host looking for audience interaction, Lan En asked the earl who was huddled in the corner.

Count Stesa just buried his head deeper into his arms.

"The child is now well-nourished and has a delicate and beautiful face. The clothes on his body are exquisite and elegant, making him look like a nobleman. I was even happy that he turned out like this, until he stood outside the cage and asked the cage The poorly dressed and poorly fed slave children there were laughing and spitting. It was like they were teasing a bunch of dogs."

Lan En put his hand into the earl's arm.

His palms directly pinched the adult's skull, lifting him to stand upright under his painful and panicked expression.

Those cat eyes were as cold as a predator's.

"I could chop a group of well-armed and skilled warriors into pieces, and they didn't even have time to sound the alarm. But standing on that floor made of flesh and blood, my heart palpitations were far from what I saw when I saw that scene. It’s awesome.”

".That is 'hell', Lord Earl."

"Don't spare me."

Stesa, whose skull was in unbearable pain under the grip, stuttered as he spoke.

Lan En heard his request and let go.

But those eyes that still maintained a hunting posture clearly told the count that this matter was not over yet.

"Go and run away, Stysa."

"The scope is the entire manor. As long as you don't escape the scope of this manor, I will not attack you."

"Go to the forces you think can kill me, ask them for help, and let them prepare their weapons and draw their swords from their sheaths."

"I will chase you and kill all those who try to save you."

Lan En slowly retreated into the thick shadow in front of Stesa.

It shows that the upper body is hidden in it, then the legs and feet, and only the slightly bright cat eyes are shining in the darkness.

Finally, even the eyes were immersed in shadow.

Stesa stared at this scene blankly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Now, run."

A small knife flew to his feet with a sound of breaking through the air.

He was like a frightened rabbit, howling at the top of his lungs and running away.

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Butler Morgan's fireball explosion awakened the entire manor's defense forces in the dim night.

All the guards on duty invariably tensed up their nerves and moved closer to the direction of the explosion.

The guards who were taking turns suddenly woke up. They immediately put on their helmets and armor, and were equipped with swords and war hammers.

Suddenly, the entire manor was filled with the shouts of organizing teams, and the sound of armor plates colliding with each other while running.

The armor clattered, and murderous intent suddenly arose!

The main building of the manor is a large three-story fortress.

Stesa's bedroom and study were on the top floor.

The most elite, most loyal, and most trusted warriors enjoy a large dormitory on the first floor.

These warriors are the direct blood descendants of those subordinates in Staisa's interest group.

They have been encouraged by Staisa since they were young, and because of their family background, they have adequate nutrition, are taught by famous teachers, and have excellent weapons.

Therefore, everyone's standard equipment is full-coverage plate armor.

This piece of armor alone is the entire income of a village for several years.

There are twenty-five in number, and each is equipped with a morning star hammer, a mace, or a hand-and-half-sword, sword-and-shield combination according to custom.

Compared with the remaining fifteen wandering knights equipped with plate armor, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level.

After Stesa started to run away, the first thing he thought of was to rush here.

Although there are only twenty-five knights, their superior armor and physical fitness are enough to support these twenty-five knights to cause a bloody storm among hundreds of ordinary soldiers.

As soon as they put on their equipment, they immediately organized their formation and approached the count's location upstairs.

Finally, in a twenty-meter-long corridor, the earl running in panic met the heavily defended knight formation.

The count was running, as if being chased by something, frequently looking back in panic.

The knights upheld good battlefield qualities, with their swords and shields in front, and the group watched and supported each other.

But this tight defense was unsustainable after encountering the count.

First, because of the surprise of these people, they thought that the earl was in danger, but they did not expect that the lord himself would run out at this moment.

Secondly, it is because if you want to include the running Earl into the protective circle of the battle formation, the tight battle formation will inevitably disintegrate for a while.